Thundra

After winds that caress your cold, blood drenched body, not willing to let go.
So is the hope of thoughts loning back to mere peaceful times.
To be born by fighting hand is all I have had.
So let the pain asleep is a battle
I never fought.
Let it guide me through a deranged
world of victims.
Teraing up whatever feeling you will have for the cause.
See with eyes still open, but yet so blind and dark.
Being a part of fight is to belong to something
higher than your self
So see what your anguish has sown in the blood
filled veins of power.
Being the higher being we all will be.
This will is the strong one.
Never mistake my words for what they really are,
now trust me
So see my reality, for the pain it is.
I am no follower, I am the path
Hide now for the feeling will seek upon
your pale skin.
Close your eyes and see the truth.